David ponders Tracy's answer as he stares at the practice dummy, foam sword in hand. A mote of bloodlust flickers, remembering a promise made by his Companion that he means to keep. He imagines a faceless woman with a black motorcycle helmet, a motorcycle, and leathers. It could be anyone, but Beasts know – they always know. That thought is paired with another and David turns towards Tracy and asks a simple question, “What if you go into the fight with nothing left to lose?”
Aïleen was everything to him. A woman who made him feel more tangible than he's ever felt. A best friend. A confident.
So much of what he is doing now is all to find her Justice, to fix the faults that destroyed them both, to finish the work they shared. It is a consuming desire.
“Good to know,” David adds off of her explanation of tactics.